The man in his revelation prostrates

YOU in Your smiling sharpness
pin point colors of hope
Your soft pull of the inviting
sensitive showing
lining Yourself up

Your singular hidden
forever he thinks but blinded
Your fronted beauty
lips stun him
a whisper writhing
line of Your thighs hold
his decent

hell he chooses like an addict chooses the needle
slithering you devour him
a life ending trapped and swallowed.



KT Mar 13, 2014